This is a song about "Buttershine"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

Dial up words but they're not in service

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,